Have you ever put your purse upside down? It’s amazing how many absurd things begin to fall by the grace of gravity and my capacity for not getting rid of anything. Something similar happens to me with Woody Allen. My own stuff starts to fall over myself -what a mess- as the movie goes.

Watching his Midnight in Paris I remembered when I was living in New York and one morning we all woke up and the streets were full of little signs saying that Mr. Allen was filming in our neighborhood, so please keep moving as if nothing happens. Impossible. The first thing we did was to take all the little signs as souvenirs and then go back home to change our outfit. As expected.

Like the characters in the film, Allen took me back in time today, which is the dream of my life. I’ll travel back and forth; fortunately my son has promised me to invent a time machine and, if I’m a good mom from now, he will take me for a walk. I’ll choose times and situations that I know and others I would have liked to live. In one of these trips I will ask Sonia Grande to give me one of the dresses she designed for this film.

There is something tremendous deep down in Midnight in Paris. In fact, there were scenes of the film in which people laughed and I cried full of perplexity and admiration. And I also assumed that we are not alone, that there is always a lunatic who sees the world like you. At any time in History. We don’t need a time machine.